When Zhao Bin woke up in the morning, he smelled the fragrance of fried eggs. He stretched out his waist satisfactorily and showed a happy smile.

If all this was as good as he had imagined, unfortunately, when he opened the bedroom door, he saw Qin Wen's cold face. Although Zhao Bin's breakfast was on the table, the cold face alone made him feel very depressed.

- "This fried egg tastes good." Zhao Bin eats breakfast while looking for topic. After all, two people live in the same room together. If they are silent, it would be embarrassing.

"Oh." Qin Wen took a look at Zhao Bin, only a faint...